The saints, the sub-sages, the old scholars, and the three saints returned to the Confucian Temple to participate in the discussions, which made the atmosphere that had been gradually relaxed, and the moment became more dignified, making some monks who wanted to go out for drinking and chatting to stay well. Next discussion.

The old scholar sat in danger. After waiting for a long time, he couldn't hear a congratulatory message. He was a little confused. They all said that when people take the tea to cool, they saw the warmth and warmth of the people, and the world is cold. How can the cold stove rise again? This group of people, big and small, , There is no indication? In the Confucian Temple, to restore the status of accompaniment to sages, I don’t like things or sadness, but it’s not the reason why you don’t put a single fart.

When Old Master Fu saw the virtue of the old scholar who took care of himself and his eyebrows, he smiled and explained to the old scholar the general changes on the previous side of the Confucian Temple, Yunbian, Lantai, Hulian, Chunsou and Tongli, a total of five academies. , These mountain leaders lost their titles and had a fight. Among them, the youngest one, Chunsou Mountain Leader, also openly questioned the saint of ceremony, and was finally sent out by Aliangli. Therefore, everyone's heart and words are more cautious.

The old scholar exclaimed, the tiger father has no dogs.

Yasheng took out a book from a large stack of books and glanced at the position that had just been replaced by a young hidden official. There was nothing he could do about it. Isn't it just not a home?

With a flash of golden light, Jing Shengxi at the gate reached out and caught it. It was a book page, and he received a secret letter from the Great Wall of Jianqi to accompany the saints.

Li Sheng put down a geographic booklet that he had just sent from elsewhere, and said, "Aliang and Qing Mi have already arrived at the Great Wall of Jianqi. It looks like they want to join forces and go all the way south."

Having said this, Li Sheng smiled and said: "You continue to discuss matters."

Yasheng frowned slightly.

Li Sheng said with his heartfelt voice to Ya Sheng: "A Liang took Feng Xuetao and went to Shiwan Dashan first. He set up a stove over there and said that it is hot pot and wine. I have the world."

Yasheng stretched his hand against his forehead.

After Lu Zhi heard about this, he asked: "This concealed Ye Xiuqing secret has only been cut a few swords from the left and right, so he immediately turned to become a hero?"

Qi Tingji smiled and said, "It must have been driven by Aliang to put the duck on the shelves, so Qing Mi would not agree."

Left and right said: "This Qing Secret has a good escape method. Its combat power is higher than Jing Hao. With A Liang leading the way, it is difficult for them to fall into a circle in a wild world."

Killing Aliang is the most troublesome.

This is already the consensus of the Haoran World and the Wild World.

Catching rivals and fighting, but not beating them, but you really want to team up to chase and block, even if the siege is finally formed, A Liang likes it best, maybe he will single out a group.

However, A Liang's trip was obviously to bring Qing Mi with such a stubborn obedience, and to kill through the wild world in one breath, the danger is inevitable during the period.

Chen Ping'an said: "A Liang wants to use his own power to disrupt the situation on the barren mountain tops and catch a few really hidden fish for the Confucian Temple."

If you want to really stop A Liang, the Wild World must come up with a strong person who can ask each other about the sword, such as a pinnacle like Liu Cha.

On the table in the wild world, there are only two fourteenth realms whose identity is publicly known for the time being. Among them, Xiao Deng, even if he is against Aliang, the two sides will definitely not be able to fight, and only drink.

Whether it is Xiao Xing, the two sword immortals of the old hidden official line, Zhuan and Luoshan, plus the great sword immortal Zhang Lu, who used to watch the door at the Downfall Mountain, the relationship with Aliang is very good.

As for the Ye Xiu Qing Secret, even if it is the Ascendant Realm, this time being dragged by Aliang to travel south, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to cultivate his mind for several games.

Lu Zhi sneered: "If he can come back alive, it won't be a big deal to touch him a few legs."

Qi Tingji, left and right, Chen Ping'an, the three men who are very clean and self-conscious about love between men and women, all of them are acquainted and silent.

Qi Tingji had only one Taoist companion on the mountain from beginning to end. After his wife passed away, he had no idea of ​​continuity in this life. In fact, there are a lot of female cultivators in the wild world who admire this handsome old sword fairy, and all of them are in the upper five realms. It seemed that as long as Qi Tingji nodded and gave a name casually, they would be willing to rebel against the wild.

As for the left and right, needless to say.

In the Great Wall of Jianqi, Chen Ping'an was notoriously not squint, as if the only woman in the world was Ning Yao.

While flipping through the book, Chen Pingan asked about the results of Mr. Li's room on the booklet, and at the same time asked Jing Sheng Xiping, and asked humbly about the knowledge of Pozi Ling.

On the side of the night ship, it is very likely that the broken word order is the way to disembark, and it can become an existence similar to the customs clearance text. In the future, there will be the opportunity to board the ship, without the need to open the way with a sword and force disembarkation.

Chen Pingan has a far-reaching plan for this uncertain ferry. If it is determined that the sequelae is not significant, Chen Pingan even wants to take the initiative to become the lord of a city on the night ship.

Xiping said that when he returned to Chen Ping'an, he brought to Chen Pingan's collection of books in this temple, but the books cannot bring out the merits, and they need to be returned after reading. Because of these books, the Confucian Temple, as a rule, only the saint sages and the head of the academy can read them. However, since the saints of rites have personally approved it, it is natural to use them at their discretion, but they cannot be too illegal. Chen Ping An had doubts, but did not ask much.

Xiping seemed to have guessed Chen Ping'an's mind, and took the initiative to explain that in order to cultivate the Confucian supernatural powers, he needs to learn the method of borrowing characters from the wise men of the academy.

After Chen Ping’an heard this, he first thanked this Jingsheng Xiping, and then asked him for a set of manuscript scriptures, saying that he had asked for his student Cao Qingqing, because he missed this student’s ceremony. If it can be supplemented with the Shijing handwritten secret, Cao Qingqing will definitely cherish it again.

Xiping smiled and said, "I do have two sets of manuscript scriptures in my collection. They have been around for a long time, and their appearance is pretty good, but it is not easy for readers to copy books."

Chen Ping'an immediately said: "According to the current market price of copy books from the Confucian Temple, the most expensive one will double again."

Xiping at the gate turned his head, glanced at the sincere young hidden official, smiled and said nothing, neither nodded in agreement nor shook his head to refuse.

I heard that on the Jianqi Great Wall, no one can make money from Chen Pingan?

Pieces of Xiping stone scriptures were erected at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, and later generations copied books as a means of living. Most of them were children of the Han nationality who had never had an imperial examination fame. Generally, they couldn't make a lot of money. Those who study here and earn money to return to the hometown, even if someone writes in a very beautiful lower-case letter, that is, they are asking for more than ten taels of silver.

So if the price is doubled, where can it go?

A set of scriptures from Xiping, a hand-written secret copy of Xiping Scripture, was bought by Hermit Hermit for thirty taels of silver?

Xiping suddenly laughed, "Okay, sell one set and get two sets. The total price is one snowflake. It is not easy to earn a few hundred taels of silver from the hermit."

Chen Ping'an asked tentatively: "At least one set is written by Mr. Xiping, right?"

Xiping nodded, turned around, and copied the book.

The real fire dragon tut said astonished: "Chen Ping'an, you are doing business with a straight face? Yes, you can, then you should also know that the mountain is also a person who likes to read, eh?"

Chen Ping'an said with sorrow, "Why didn't the senior say it earlier, otherwise, even if the junior is rolling, he will have to buy two sets with Mr. Xiping."

The true man Huolong got up immediately and went to find Jing Shengxiping. Chen Ping'an was frightened and dared not stop.

The real fire dragon walked out of the Confucian Temple, and quickly followed Xiping, hooked his shoulders, said that Chen Ping’an, the boy temporarily regretted it, felt that he had a rare opportunity, not enough, good boy, the lion opened his mouth, and asked you for three sets in one breath There were five sets of hand-copied scriptures at the beginning. It was a poor way of talking or arguing, to persuade the kid to be content and not to be too troublesome to Mr. Xiping.

Jing Shengxiping gently pushed the old man's hand away and smiled: "Then I will copy two more sets. The price negotiated before will remain the same. Only the two extra sets will be counted as a small sum of money."

The real fire dragon smiled, strode back to the Confucian Temple, and when he reached the steps, he immediately slowed down, and then passed the threshold with a long time. After sitting down, he said to Chen Ping An, "It's settled, discuss the matter with Mr. Xiping. Poor Dao can be said to be sold out of old faces, so I can help you ask for more."

Chen Pingan smiled awkwardly, what else could he do, nodding his head in thanks.

The real fire dragon seemed to remember something, and said, "But the extra set is worth a guyuqian. At first glance, the price seems to be a bit more expensive, but you guys need to know that on the Confucian Temple, Mr. Xiping, but People who have never socialized and socialized with anyone, so many sages of the Confucian Temple, are equally hard to ask for, so I have never heard of any set of'Xi Ping true works' in the Haoran world. You make a lot of money for a good rain. If you don't I'm willing to pay for this money, but the poor road will help you out?"

Chen Ping’an said: “No need. Although I just spent a lot of money at the Baozhai at Parrot Island, I bought a ferry with the Xuanmi Dynasty. I ran out my savings and owed a debt, but it’s a rain. Money, this money is still affordable for juniors who gritted their teeth."

The real fire dragon raised his eyebrows, "The ferry, the transcontinental ferry, right? Isn't it the wind kite that I've been thinking about for hundreds of years and lying on the top of the mountain but can't afford it?"

Chen Pingan bit his head and said, "Mr. Yu didn't say the name of the ferry."

The real fire dragon nodded, "It's a good thing. What's the relationship between Pidifeng and Luoposhan? It's your ferry, which means you are poor. In the future, your kid will expand your business and reach the door of Pidifeng, and then help. It would be even better to build a Xianjia Ferry, and to avoid a ferry expense. It's a trivial matter. I will say hello to Yu Xiao Fatty when I look back. Feng Yuan will go from Middle Earth to Aquarius Island. All the expenses of, don’t count yours. It’s a cryptic dynasty. Yu Xiao Fatty is famous for his pockets, and he cares about this drizzle with you, what is it like."

It's just that Yu Panshui, who traveled far away from the body and participated in the discussion at the Confucian Temple, felt that things were not good for no reason. As expected, the hearty laugh of the real fire dragon sounded in the lake of mind, "Brother Yu."

Yu Panshui smiled dryly: "Brother Huolong, what's the matter?"

The real fire dragon complained: "You, brother Yu, don't pay attention to it. You used to be a poor person who misunderstood, and you will be regarded as a good brother of Yi Bo Yuntian."

Yu Panshui raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead that was forced out of him forcibly, "Brother Huolong, what do you say, what's wrong with my brother, I can correct it, immediately."

Brothers? Let's pull it down. Before this Confucian Temple discussion, the two of us had never met before.

The true man Huolong chatted with the Supreme Emperor of the mysterious dynasty a few words of justice.

Yu Panshui chicks pecks at the rice, listening to the teachings, and if there are any changes, they will be encouraged.

In the end, the real Huolong smiled, and turned his head to tell Chen Ping An that the matter was done. Although it was the first time to meet and chat, Yu Panshui was surprisingly easy to talk and was very reasonable.

It's okay for the old man not to turn his head. After turning his head, Yu Panshui became more sure of guessing in his heart. The old fat man was very sad in his heart, his eyes were dull, and he stared at Chen Ping'an.

What a childish and fair-minded hermit, good, good, best. Now the Xuan Mi dynasty had to help the Fengyuan ferry that had been repaired all the way to the Niujiaoshan Ferry in Luopo Mountain. Just catch us Xuan Mi and Lao Yu, squeeze the wool hard, but squeeze hard. In the future, I will take the initiative to visit Yu Panshui to discuss business, and I will give your last name.

Chen Pingan did not dare to argue with Yu Panshui's heartfelt voice.

Sigh, what should I do, wait until the old real person is no longer around, and then explain it clearly with the Yu family leader.

Mrs. Dandan suddenly took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an and asked in a soft voice: "I heard that one of Bai Ye's fairy sword is too white, and one of the sword points falls in your hands?"

Chen Ping'an didn't do anything to the new co-master of land and water transportation in the world. He turned slightly to the side, facing the woman, and nodded and said, "Senior Qingzhong, it is true."

Madam Tandan hesitated for a moment, and said straightforwardly: "Can you let me see it?"

The monk at the top of the mountain, Haoran, actually knew what was written on the gate of Lushuikeng. Everyone knows that this bloated fat woman admires the most proud Bai Ye in the world. Otherwise, she would not intercept the two characters from Bai Ye's poems, and finally take the name "Qingzhong".

Chen Pingan declined to say: "The tip of the Taibai sword has been made into the long sword behind the younger generation."

The implication is that as a sword repairer, he can't pull his sword out of its sheath, just to let others take a look.

When I thought of the Lushui Keng Zhuzhu piled up into the mountains in the Luopo Mountain’s own treasury, the room was shining brightly, and Chen Ping’an hurriedly added another sentence, saying: “If you are lucky enough to be with Senior Qingzhong in the future , Being on the battlefield, the younger generation will definitely make swords."

Mrs. Qingzhong felt a little unhappy, a big master, unhappy.

Chen Ping'an just didn't notice the displeasure of this Madame Tandan.

Suddenly left and right said: "Any opinion?"

Qi Tingji smiled and said, "It seems a little bit."

Lu Zhi just one word: "Oh?"

Mrs. Qingzhong categorically said: "If you return to Mr. Zuo, absolutely nothing!"

Here again.

First, the three veteran Taoists including Huolong Zhenren, you scared people one by one.

Now there are three sword immortals inside.

I always bully me, a lonely and self-defeating lady, what the **** do you do.

You really have the ability, so go to Xiao Xun, a fourteenth-level sword repairman in the wild world. Madame Dan Dan thinks about it again. It seems that the most troublesome person in the world is Mr. Zuo in front of him, so she is stupid. Laughing.

No longer caring about that lady Dan Dan, who is not a low-level status, but the only courageous lady, Lu Zhi asked: "How long is the Confucian Temple going to open for this discussion?"

Qi Tingji said: "When it is over, we said it doesn't count. If you really can't wait, you can drink a pot of wine outside the door first, and then go back to Nan Po Su Zhou. I will explain here afterwards."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Mr. Lu runs midway, it's okay, but it's better for Lu to stay away from the gate of the Confucian Temple. You should be as troublesome as possible. Go and meet the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect Shiba Jianzi first. Return to Nan Po Suo Zhou together."

Qi Tingji nodded.

After all, neither he nor Lu Zhi are people like Aliang who come to the Confucian Temple and eat meals. There should be courtesy in face, and it must be given to the Confucian Temple.

Lu Zhi thinks it is feasible, drink a drink and stray, take a few more steps and then run away with the sword. In fact, it is no different from the Great Wall of Jianqi.

Lu Zhi pretended to be a bottle of wine from Chen Ping'an, and walked to the gate.

Crossing the threshold, this thin-faced and slender woman was sitting on the steps alone and drinking wine. She didn't expect someone to follow her out soon and sat down beside Lu Zhi.

It was Mrs. Qingshenshan, she smiled and handed Lu Zhi a pot of authentic Qingshan Shenjiu, and called Mr. Lu.

Lu Zhi quickly raised his head and drank a pot of wine, put the pot in his sleeve, took the pot of wine from Mrs. Qingshenshan, lifted the mud seal, sniffed, and said, "It smells more fragrant."

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked, "I heard that Mr. Lu is a Chinese native?"

Lu Zhi said calmly: "You think it is, but I think it is not anyway."

Lu Zhi put the hip flask in his hand on the steps.

The beautiful woman around her is good-looking, but she can't speak.

Mrs. Qing Shenshan smiled and said, "I have a direct disciple named Chunqing, a young girl who wants to learn swordsmanship with Mr. Lu, I wonder if Mr. Lu is willing to agree."

Lu Zhi said, "Dare to go to the wild world to kill demons and practice swords?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded and said, "Dare."

Lu Zhi picked up the pot of wine at his feet and asked, "What is the aptitude of the pure youth, I can't teach it if it's too bad."

Mrs. Qingshenshan thought for a while, "No matter what you study, you can be considered very good with pure talent."

Lu Zhi asked, "How is it better than our hidden officials?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan said helplessly: "Mr. Lu asks so, how can we talk?"

Lu Zhi said: "I can promise to accept disciples. As a reward, it is very simple. I heard that the bamboos on Qingshen Mountain are good. Madam will send a few trees to Luopo Mountain. I heard Chen Pingan said that there is a Piyun Mountain near my hometown. In the place, there is a Shanjun surnamed Wei who likes to grow bamboo the most."

Mrs. Qingshenshan agreed and said with a smile: "The surname is Wei Mingbo,"

Speaking of Chen Ping'an "helping" Zhuhai Dongtian selling wine at Jianqi Great Wall, she was actually willing to give away a few green bamboos for nothing.

It’s just that the young hermit has never spoken herself, she can’t go

Pole to give things.

Lu Zhi said, "Madam, don’t think too much, I don’t have a leg with Chen Ping’an. It’s just that when I left Upside Down Mountain and killed monsters at sea, Chen Ping’an gave me half of the credit. Since I didn’t consider it as an offering to Luopo Mountain, I always owed it. With this account. It happened that the wife delivered it to the door by herself. I taught the sword and paid the favor by the way."

Mrs. Qingshenshan nodded, took a closer look at Lu Zhi, and smiled: "No wonder that person thinks Mr. Lu looks good. I think so now."

Lu Zhi laughed, "Who is that person? Qi Tingji, left and right? It can't be Chen Pingan, right?"

Mrs. Qingshenshan shook her head and said softly: "It's really difficult to chat with Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhi took a sip of wine and glanced at the beautiful woman next to her, "I think it's harder to pretend to dislike someone."

Mrs. Qingshenshan asked, "What about Mr. Lu? What about it?"

Lu Zhi shook his head, "No, it's not easy to practice swordsmanship, so why bother to ask for hardship."

In her hometown, there are too many men and women. Because of parting, teaching the one who survived, the sadness will not be relieved for a lifetime.

Because of the Great Wall of Jianqi, there is almost never life and death, as long as someone leaves, they are destined to never meet again.

Mrs. Qing Shenshan said: "I wish Mr. Lu break the bottleneck as soon as possible and enter the ascending state."

Lu Zhi said: "Then I'm not welcome, Zhuhai Dongtian will lend me a sum of Gu Yu money. It costs money to practice swords, which is a headache."

Chen Pingan walked out of the gate of the Confucian Temple and hesitated for a long time. Before seeing Mrs. Qingshenshan walking outside, Chen Pingan felt that the opportunity was a rare opportunity, so he took the courage and planned to speak with the Lady Qingshenshan to see if he could go from Zhuhai Cave to the sky. While buying a few bamboos, he naturally had no face to owe a loan to Qingshenshan. After all, the two parties had nothing to say about incense before, so they would find someone to borrow, borrow from Taoist Nen, from Liu Daochun, and Mrs. Yan Yan, whoever borrowed it.

Chen Ping'an clasped his fist and said: "The younger Chen Ping'an has met Mrs. Qingshen."

Lu Zhi and Mrs. Qingshenshan both stood up. The latter smiled and asked, "Mr. Chen has something to do with me?"

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed, "The junior wants to buy a few Green God Mountain bamboos with his wife, but he is shy in his bag and dare not swell his face to fill the fat man, so he must first ask his wife for the price."

Bamboos from Zhuhaidongtian are usually given away, and there are very few cases of buying and selling, so there is no market price. But if according to the quotations of the vast world outside of Zhuhaidongtian, Chen Ping'an really has no confidence to move back one or two green bamboos to Luoposhan. After all, a Zhuhaidongtian has thousands of green bamboos, and the ranks are also divided into three or sixty. Chen Ping'an It is said that it is the Qingshenshan bamboo, of course it will only be invaluable. Chen Ping'an still thinks that Lu Zhi is there and A Liang is not, so it is better to discuss with Mrs. Qingshenshan.

Mrs. Qingshenshan glanced at Lu Zhi, and Lu Zhi smiled: "If the hidden official wants to buy it, then sell it."

It is rare for Chen Pingan to be so polite with Lu Zhi, holding a fist and saying, "Thanks Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhi smiled and said, "Don't thank me, you bought it yourself."

Chen Pingan asked about the prices of various green bamboos. In his heart, they belonged to the two bamboos, one for Wenqi and one for martial arts.

The two Piyunshan trees were given to Weibo, and the other two trees were kept by their own house, and they were given to the small warm tree and Peiqian respectively. As long as the falling mountains and the soil were suitable, they were planted in their yard.

Of course it’s not the ancestral bamboos of Zhuhai Dongtian. You don’t have to think about it, but these few green bamboos that have grown on Qingshen Mountain for five to six thousand years are not low in their "generation" in Zhuhai Dongtian. , So the price given by Mrs. Qingshenshan made Chen Ping'an feel that he was really daring to hit a swollen face and fill a fat man.

Looking at the young hidden official who didn't say a word in front of him, he was dumb?

She was silent for a moment deliberately, and smiled: "Luoposhan can pay on credit, but the interest is calculated."

But Chen Ping'an still didn't dare to agree. A bamboo is hundreds of gods' money. Gu Yuqian, Guyuqian, is not really rainy in the sky, and it can really become money when it falls in his hands.

Especially when he heard that there was interest, Chen Ping’an was particularly guilty. On this trip, Parrot Chau Baozhai would spend a lot of money. Then he bought a ferry kite with Xuan Mi. At this moment, if he buys these bamboos, Chen Ping An must worry that the God of Wealth, Wei Wenlong, will rebel.

Why, as a mountain owner, I finally did not become the shopkeeper, and when I went out, I started to spend my money?

Mrs. Qingshenshan smiled and said: "Interest can be counted on someone. He owes Zhuhai Dongtian a lot of wine money. I believe Mr. Chen knows a lot about these bamboos. The bamboo transplanted from Qingshan God only needs to be on the mountain. If the fairy is planted and managed properly, every bamboo will be a cash cow. It is not too much to say that it is a small cornucopia."

Chen Ping An immediately straightened his waist, "The juniors are fine. I bought it!"

It's only on credit, and no interest is needed.

The big deal is that on the side of Luopo Mountain, I didn't mention it with Wei Wenlong. When did I earn some private money by relying on Baozhai and pay the debts by myself. Whenever I can't help it, I will pull out Cui Dongshan.

She smiled and said, "Looking back, I will send someone to Luopo Mountain."

Chen Ping'an said: "If you dare not bother your wife so much, you can go directly to the Yu family of the Xuan Mi dynasty, and there will be a ferry across the continent to the mountain of the younger generation."

Mrs. Qingshenshan is about to return to the Confucian Temple.

I never thought that Chen Pingan would continue to ask: "Yes, madam, there are also Mangosteen and Jiquan bamboo, Zifu born cloud bamboo, Taozhan fishing bamboo, what are the prices?"

She stopped and smiled and said, "Mr. Chen's business experience is indeed very good. Why not just owe the entire Zhuhai Cave Sky on credit? It is all available for negotiation."

Chen Ping'an immediately clasped his fists and apologized: "The younger generation will not delay Madam's discussion."

They are all poor, otherwise I met this ethereal Lady Qingshenshan, Chen Ping'an would only stay away, talking about money is too vulgar, and there is nothing to talk about without money.

She suddenly changed her mind and sat back on the steps. Chen Ping'an had to sit aside. There was a few Lu Zhi between the two figures.

Looking into the distance, she asked softly: "Chen Ping An, where is the Great Wall of Jianqi?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and replied: "According to Lin Junbi, it is a place where people can forget their lives."

She asked again: "I want to know what you think."

The young people around him were all scholars, and they were all foreigners from the Great Wall of Jianqi, but they could all be regarded as hometown by Jian Xiu over there.

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and didn't say a word, just seeing that Mrs. Qingshenshan didn't want to leave until the answer, so he borrowed Xu Yuanxia's saying.

It is not a place to hide dirt, but a place of revenge.

Anyway, this is what Chen Pingan said.

As for the other answer that Chen Pingan didn't say, there is nothing to say to outsiders.

Both myself and my beloved woman were still young girls.

Ning Yao came to him from the Great Wall of Jianqi.

He went to Jianqi Great Wall to see Ning Yao.

Aquarius Island, in the dark.

The Egret crossing on Zhengyang Mountain was drizzling, the road was soft, and the night breeze was cool.

Two people when they come and three people when they go.

A scholar in a green shirt, a teenager in white with a mole on his forehead,

There was a young girl with sharp eyes around her, Tingting curled up, and she was helping the young man in white with an umbrella.

She occasionally has a pair of smart eyes, and a look of pain flashes.

At this time, the boy in white will gently hold the umbrella handle.

Then the girl's eyes will immediately regain her clarity, a pair of moisturized eyes, occasional emotions, like spring grass growing in a pond, clear and shallow, and see the bottom.

This is the end of Tian Wan's bet with Cui Dongshan.

The bet is that he doesn’t need Tian Wan and Chief Zhou to lead the red line, he only needs to let him travel through her heart. Before that, he will give her a few days, close the door with her, set up the obstacles, in the small world, Cui Dongshan's only requirement is that the sedan chair, don't move. If you break the oath, there will be no more land in the world.

Jiang Shangzhen said with emotion: "Peanuts, peanuts, what a good name. Brother Cui is really the master of the mountain."

Cui Dongshan said solemnly: "Of course the name is very interesting, but he doesn't even have half the skill of my husband."

The girl looked resentful, she didn't think the name was so good and rustic.

She only knows that she has amnesia and can't remember anything, and the most troublesome thing is to forget all the things of yesterday.

As for the two around him, one is her brother, and the other is the father of her fiancé, who is married by her parents.

That's right, the man in the blue shirt looks young, but he has frost and snow on his temples. His true age is definitely not young, but he doesn't appear old. Thinking about it again, if his fiancé looks a bit like his father, it is probably not too bad.

Both of them came to Zhengyang Mountain and an old **** to ask for a panacea, just to cure her loss of soul, they never thought they ate closed doors at the foot of the mountain, and they didn't even see the face of the fairy on the mountain. A lot of money was wasted, and the family was almost emptied.

Jiang Shangzhen asked heartily: "When did you create another porcelain? Even your husband and I should keep it secret?"

Cui Dongshan grinned and said: "Isn't I tossing a brother Gao before, I just wanted to find him a companion, this is not a coincidence, it just comes in handy. It's not because I met Tian Wan, I almost forgot about it."

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head, slowed down, with an unprecedented serious expression on his face, and wanted to seek an exact answer with Cui Dongshan.

Cui Dongshan sighed and nodded, "I know the severity. Since the husband is back, there will be a husband in front of him in the future, so naturally I don't need to do this."

Jiang Shangzhen was relieved, laughed, and said, "That's good. Otherwise, I don't want the chief position, and I will stay far away from Luopo Mountain."

Cui Dongshan patted Jiang Shangzhen on the shoulder, "I'm not a brother who has been separated for many years, I can't say such heart-warming words at all!"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Which one of our brothers are with whom."

Cui Dongshan turned his head and said, "Peanuts, in the future, when you arrive at Luopo Mountain, you will work for a few years. When the time is right, you will be responsible for collecting and summarizing information. From now on, you may also be responsible for the Shanshui Dibao and Jinghua Shuiyue. , Very competent, your boss, only one, of course it is me, your half brother."

The girl nodded and asked, "My surname is Cui too?"

Cui Dongshan's eyes called a kindness, and he touched the girl's head, "I can guess all of this? The small head has melon seeds, the aura is so aura, it's about to catch up with the millet grains."

Jiang Shangzhen squinted and nodded, "Yes."

Cui Dongshan shook his head and shook his head, flipping his palms, "Miles."

The girl was a little embarrassed, thinking that the two men next to her were talking like this, making it strange to hear.

Fortunately, walking the night at night, I can't meet anyone.

So she started to change the subject, "Brother, is that a martial art?"

"Well, it must be. It is the most quaint place in the world. After you go, you will definitely like it."

"I don't understand intelligence or something."

"If you don't understand, you will learn, the Luopo Mountain does not raise idlers, you can't learn, you have to sell cakes in Qilong Alley for the rest of your life. But you are my sister, wherever you can be stupid, you will surely learn.

She still wants to talk, but in her heart she thinks selling pastries is good.

Cui Dongshan knocked on a chestnut and said, "Don't always interrupt."

"Also, remember, if there is an old **** the mountain called Changming who wants to talk to you about information, you should follow her a little bit, and just look at it. That sister, she is older and has a bad temper. The money bags in our house, we two brothers and sisters, don’t be familiar with her."

She nodded vigorously, "I see."

Cui Dongshan smiled and stroked her head.

Luoposhanzhanglu lives for a long time. From now on, Peanuts and the little dumb that Pei Qian picks up will be her right hand.

One is cruel, the other is cruel.

It will be the two shadows hiding in the shade of Luopo Mountain, working hard and only doing dirty work.

The premise is of course that the husband is willing to agree to this matter.

This is an unwritten rule of Luopo Mountain, no one has to violate their will, everything is easy to discuss.

Cui Dongshan hopes that this rule can last for hundreds of thousands of years on Luopo Mountain.

"When the break is constant, the chaos will arise. When you do not kill, the big thief will be the one."

Jiang Shangzhen said with a heartfelt smile: "On this matter, I will help you talk to Chen Ping'an. If it doesn't make sense once, just say it a few more times, until it bothers him."

When the chief of the week called Chen Ping'an by his first name, he must have been speaking seriously.

For example, when it comes to the Ouhuafudi and Fox Country, the direction of Luopo Mountain is correct, but there are many flaws.

It's just that I haven't found the seat that the chief enshrines at that time, so I didn't rush to check the omission. Besides, there are some small truths, it is better to say it early than late, because it can be more targeted and discuss the matter, correcting small mistakes and turning them into bigger ones.

The three of them walked to the ferry port and waited for the ferry. At night, there were few monks on the shore. Most of them glanced at the three, and then stopped watching.

Cui Dongshan blinked and asked with a smile: "Chief Zhou, such a beautiful and beautiful friend and beautiful woman, you are so talented, you have no poetry? Maybe I am a little inspired."

Jiang Shangzhen coughed, paced slowly under the umbrella at the ferry, pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he was, "Seeing a swing outside the wall, echoing with thin waists, slim and slender and Yunping. The chuckle Lang looked up, and he called out the wall outside the wall. name."

Cui Dongshan gave a thumbs up, "It's absolutely devastating."

The girl suddenly raised her hand, pressing the back of her hand against her forehead.

For no reason, remembered a series of past events.

Her family was born in a local prefecture in a small vassal country. Her father was full of poems and poems, and her mother was a lady of the family. She was a good match for others to admire. Her father had a smooth sailing in the early years. Transferred to the place to serve as the county judge and promoted to the prefecture. It's just that the Huahai is ups and downs, was framed by colleagues, lost the official and returned to his hometown, and served as the lecturer of the college in his hometown of Fenyang.

I never thought that my father would be placed in the center of the officialdom and pressured the local government. He was so crowded that he could not stay in the academy and died in depression. Therefore, his family was in decline, not as good as every year. Even the tired brother couldn't participate in the imperial examination, so he had to take refuge away from his hometown and find a mountain sect to rely on. After getting the family letter, as soon as she heard that she was suffering from loss of soul disorder, she immediately worked hard, went home and found her, and then relying on the future husband-in-law and his father's way, the three of them traveled thousands of miles together, and finally got here. For the fairy mountain of the bull ears on the continent, we must find a respected and respected old immortal master with the title of "moving mountain ancestor" on the mountain...

The girl couldn't cry, turned her head and said, "Brother."

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up, don't always bother me, the frozen bird must be silent."

The girl was silent for a moment.

Cui Dongshan squatted on the shore, and the girl just bends over and holds an umbrella, and when she hears this elder brother who is dependent on each other, she seems to be reciting an immortal poem on her own.

The emperor is in the earthquake, Long Desichun. The immortal visits Changchun Palace and rides a white dragon without a cloud. It is easy to find immortals in Dongshan, but it is really difficult to find in Beihai.

People who make up the sky and repair the moon go, want to be romantic through the ages. But with the South China Sea rising green, brewing longevity wine. Mr. Weiyuan paid frequent visits and asked Xuanxuan more.

Jiang Shangzhen sighed and said, "Brother Cui's poems and essays are filled with celestial spirits. For a mundane master like me, I must kneel and listen."

Cui Dongshan patted his palms, stood up, took a step back, and then hit Jiang Shangzhen's knees with a kick.

The two began to push, play and squabble, screaming, fisting, unhappy or not heavy.

The girl only felt that this scene seemed to be...sentimental. She seemed to be less afraid of the Luopo Mountain for a while.

Jiang Shangzhen raised his head and looked towards the night. After the drizzle stopped, Yun Kaiyue gradually came. Thank you Yue for pitying me, I can't bear it tonight.

Met, missed, and missed are all good signs, just on the mountain, not under the mountain.

The white man with both temples, holding an umbrella and looking at the deep night with gentle eyes, murmured: "Life is not enough, there is already a qing, and he still wants to live long."

The girl felt that the man’s words were much better than the previous poem. She looked at the white-clothed boy timidly and whispered, "Brother."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Don't worry, he is a famous lover."

It seems that in that Beiju Luzhou, many mountain fairies and martial arts heroines have never wrongly paid their bodies, but they have already wrongly paid their true hearts.

The ferry stopped ashore. From the size of a mustard seed far away in the sky, it became

The behemoth in front of her was shocked by the girl Peanut. It turned out that this was the Xianjia Ferry.

She looked back at the Qingwu Peak of Zhengyang Mountain. The girl remembered that her brother had to travel through mountains and rivers to heal herself, and had to endure hardships and money. She still couldn't go up the mountain. She couldn't help but feel resentful. What is the Zhengyang Mountain of the leader of the Immortal Family of One Continent. , What is the ancestor of moving mountains invincible all over the continent.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Go home!"

Near the Confucian Temple, on this day, a middle-aged Taoist priest took a child who had left his hometown. He stayed here last night. He shouted the child from the tent. Then, one child and one child sat together by the water. Dazed and dozing off, the Taoist priest was not in a hurry to let the child learn to do his own homework. In fact, the child was just sitting on the sidelines.

This Taoist from Jingwei Temple, folded his hands on his abdomen, and asked with a soft smile: "Jing Xiao, have you ever heard a word, don't drink Mao Shijiu, so drunk?"

Among the Taoist cheats of Bai Yujing under the Qingming World, there is a "Great Book of High Reality" called "Jing Xiao Da Lei Lang Book".

A child named Wu Jingxiao stretched out his hand and patted his mouth, "I haven't heard of it. I don't know when Mao Shi You Shi is."

This made many of the scripts of the Taoist priests useless.

His name is Zhao Wenmin, the Taoist Taoist Songxue, is a heavenly monarch of the Taoist School of the Middle Earth, Zhao Wenmin's master, is one of the six progeny of Fu Lu Yuxuan.

Before he went to the mountain, Zhao Wenmin had been in Confucianism for generations. He was even more a juvenile prodigy. He was proud of the imperial examination. Before he was a weak crown, he served as an editor and repair officer of the Imperial Academy. Later, he met a lame veteran who claimed to be a scumbag in the market. I have encountered several opportunities for the immortal family, and finally entered the Jingwei Guan, practicing Taoism, and the years have been long. Three hundred years ago, the master left his mundane position and devoted himself to practicing. He succeeded as the master and presided over the overall situation. Later, it was Zhao Wenmin who mistakenly thought that the master who was in retreat in the back mountain did not know that the master had died in Nan Po Suo Chau until a news came back to Taoist temple.

Jingweiguan is the first-rate sect of Zhongtu Shenzhou. Although it is not the top sect, it is not comparable to ordinary sects.

Zhao Wenmin breathed slowly, and if there was an upper five-level qi-trainer by the side, you would find that the Taoist Songxue's breaths and breaths were actually fast refining water transport, but every time it condensed into strands The water transportation will be returned to the river one by one, as if the Taoist practice is just the process of refining, not the result.

Zhao Wenmin said: "Jing Xiao, our Taoist cultivators, when we do morning classes, most of them are in Mao, because at this moment, the yang qi is rising, the yin qi has not moved, the food has not entered, and the blood and blood have not been disordered."

Regardless of whether you can talk with ducks or not, there are some truths, maybe the elders talk too much, the children will be affected by the ears, silently remember them, and only wait for the day to resuscitate.

The child was very sleepy and said, "Well, homework, I don't know yet? The school endorses the book. If you don't remember well, then you will get the master's board. Becoming a Taoist priest, you still have school work."

Zhao Wenmin smiled and nodded and said: "The one who does homework, learns from one's own merits, understands the true nature of oneself, and cultivates one's own way is of course important. It’s where the gateway is. But don’t worry, it’s not too late to go up the mountain to practice."

The child is even more sleepy.

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "It's not my turn to play the board, you are now my junior...brother."

I didn't tell the truth, in fact, according to the genealogy, he was his little uncle. The master of Jingwei Temple is afraid of scaring children.

Don't look at the child's sniffles and sniffles often, but he's actually a ghost.

The child wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "Huh? You are a lot of age. You must be at least forty or fifty years old. That's my brother? Come on, it seems that there are not many experts in our school."

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said nothing. The monk speaks for no name, but the Tao speaks for longevity.

The child's parents, with the secret instruction of the official from the county government, didn't talk to the child too much about Jingwei View, what is the name of the ancestral palace.

The child smiled and became happy, "It's good, the school is small, there are not many people, the study rules will not be so strict, I can stay in bed in the future."

"Schoolwork or something, brother is right, don't worry, don't worry when you get to the mountain."

"Brother, tell the truth, how much money did you secretly give to my parents? I am so happy after selling my own cubs. It must be quite a lot. When I first went out, it hurt my heart."

The Taoist laughed dumbly and had to comfort him: "Your parents have some money, but not much. The reason why they are happy is that they trust the brother's sect and they don't worry too much about your practice on the mountain. "

The child said, "Senior brother, can we marry a wife?"

"Yes."

"Then wait for me to go up the mountain for a few years, and then go down to marry the stupid neighbour's stupid boy. She is very stupid in school and writes crookedly. She always climbs out of the grid, and the husband sighs."

If she doesn't look as good as she was when she was a child, let's talk about it.

The child's little abacus crackled.

He cheered up and asked softly: "What kind of brother, why don't you come to be my master?"

Still making a small calculation, the guy next to him looks like a good-tempered person. When he is a senior, no matter what, he will do wrong in the future, be scolded and beaten, and can't protect himself, but if he becomes his own master, hehe. Right, brother, I think you are a good person, with a good temper, and listening to your words. Very good, my master, you will be you in the future, do you want to swear..."

Zhao Wenmin had some headaches, but the ancestor master took the eyes of his disciples, as always... hacky.

In fact, when he was able to go to the mountains to practice, it was the ancestor who helped his direct disciple to receive a copy.

Is it considered as paying off the debt this time?

A purple-clothed old man with a hip flask hanging on his waist suddenly appeared on the side. Zhao Wenmin was about to get up and beat the chief inspector. The old man waved his hand, emptied and annoying.

Yu Xuan and Confucian Temple found an excuse and came out to relax.

This discussion took too long and it was really boring.

Now that I finally received a new biography, I always have to come over and take a look.

Yu Xuan thought for a while, coughing, and hardly raised his face as an old **** on the mountain.

Zhao Wenmin reminded in a low voice: "Your master is here."

The child raised his head and looked at the extremely awkward old face, and the teacher who can hit him with charcoal with his eyes closed. What's the difference?

The child wrinkled his face and felt so wronged that he wanted to cry. This time it was not acting, but really scared. The child's idea is very simple. How can the school run close to home after reaching the mountain? Do you have to eat enough to run home in one go. Are you hungry?

Yu Xuan squatted down quickly, staring fiercely at the young master who couldn't do such a small thing, and then comforted the child: "Jing Xiao, I am the master."

The child was stunned, how could he seem to be the old liar who can't even afford candied haws?

He spent time and took out a handful of copper coins. Almost all the belongings were left. Only the money for the candied haws was left. The rest was passed to the senior, "Just so much money, you give him, I go home, take more Give you some money, wait for me here, I know the way, don’t send it..."

Slap the copper coin in the hands of the Taoist priest, and the child ran away.

The Taoist priest was stunned and looked at the old patriarch carefully.

Yu Xuan smiled and shook his head, indicating that he did not need to stop, just waiting here.

The child walked backwards, then turned around, his steps were not fast, looked back several times, and then ran wildly.

Just ran far away, the child stopped, panting, and turned his head to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The child scratched his head, as if he was a little bit sorry, he stopped talking, and was still timid, turned his head and ran away.

Two Taoist priests, who are different by seniority, stood side by side by the water.

Zhao Wenmin asked in a low voice, "Master, why don't I hide my figure and protect my little uncle and go home?"

Yu Xuan said in a huff: "Who is his master? It's your turn? A cultivator must have a strong personality and behave like a horse, or else!"

Finally had the opportunity to fight with the ancestor master of the Taoist chief, Zhao Wenmin stood up and said: "Almost forgot the ancestor's teachings, the virtues of human beings are courageous, sincere and respectful in heart, it is the root of Taoism. "

Yu Xuan squinted and said with a smile: "Wen Min, this time I have accepted a disciple for me. I need to remember your merits. I will go back and receive the reward from your uncle who is watching over the money. I started with a semi-immortal soldier and his rank is not high. , The quality is different, it’s nothing like that. Just tell him, it’s not what I meant, he can do it himself. As for who your uncle will talk to, anyway, I’m going to Tianwai Xinghe soon, let alone you 'S chirp is crooked."

Zhao Wenmin became an inspector.

This view of his latitude and longitude is the most shabby one among the patriarch's several Dao lines, the wealthy family is concerned. So there is a saying that "the most will complain about the poor Jingwei".

Hearing what the ancestor said, do you want to let your uncle go to the ancestral mountain and use his mastery of latitude and longitude? Then this is to act according to the will of the ancestor, and the voice of the uncle in the ancestor hall will not be weak.

Yu Xuan asked: "Wen Min, although we are now in a peaceful and prosperous world, would you like to travel down the mountain to kill thieves?"

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "Master, originally the disciple was thinking about returning to the Jingwei View, and then writing a letter to Zushan. No matter where he nodded, the disciple would go to the wild world. The masters and uncles of Zushan would never In order to catch me back to Jingwei Guan. As for the position of the master, the disciples have a suitable candidate in their hearts and will not delay the matter of passing on. Since I said this to the master today, I will return to Jingwei Guan this time, so I can avoid sending letters. ."

Yu Xuan nodded, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."

The old Taoist glanced at Zhao Wenmin, who was standing still, and said, "What are you going to do? Why don't you go to protect the way for your little uncle, Jing Xiao is such a child, you, a teacher nephew, can you rest assured, huh? !"

Zhao Wenmin smiled and left.

Yu Xuan looked up at the sky.

Taking off the scarlet gourd around his waist, the old Taoist took a sip of wine.

I have forgotten everything, refining the galaxy, and quickly entered the Taoist Country.

Yu Xuan withdrew his gaze, his mother, the old thrones in the wild world, like to fight around, don't they, they all crane their necks and wait, sooner or later there will be a galaxy on the top of the head.

One after another, people started to leave the Confucian Temple. This time it was no longer going out to drink to relieve boredom, but their discussions had ended.

Among them is Chao Pu, the national teacher of the Shao Yuan Dynasty, and Lin Junbi, a proud student.

Chao Pu said: "Your Majesty, there is no problem with you taking over as the national teacher. You have to solve all other problems, whether in the open or in the dark, by yourself."

In fact, it should have been twenty or thirty years later to pave the way for more disciples to be safe, but time does not wait for it, and the delay will be huge. What's more, Lin Junbi can sharpen more.

Chao Pu himself needs to rush to another continent immediately and serve as the master of a sect, planning a continent purely as a monk on the mountain.

I have to admit that I just walked the old road embroidered tiger Cui Yang walked.

As for the final height, do everything you need to do.

Lin Junbi nodded and said, "Try not to disappoint your husband."

Chao Pu reminded: "You can learn more from Chen Ping An, but don't be the second Chen Ping An. In fact, you should learn from him most at this point."

Lin Junbi knew clearly, "Yes."

The real fire dragon went out of the gate, but never left.

Almost all the people passing by will greet the old man on the initiative, in a more or less polite way.

When the lady of Lushuikeng Dandan, who was named Qingzhong, walked out together with the flower owner of Baihuafudi, she saw the back of the real Huolong, and she was about to detour down the stairs immediately.

Never thought that the old man turned his head, looked at the bloated woman, smiled and said, "Ms. Tandan has a steady footsteps, and she can hear her even if she covers her ears."

Mrs. Tan Dan grabbed the sleeve of the flower master Empress and came to see the real fire dragon.

The old man was full of regret and sighed, "Pan Dao hasn't visited Lushui Keng before, and Mrs. Tan Tan has never been a guest on Difeng. This is a great regret in Pang Dao's heart. ."

Mrs. Tan Dan understands, it's a good deal of money and disaster. The money she paid to the Confucian Temple, her private money, was actually a little bit.

Wei Ying walked out with Song Changjing.

Yu Guizong and the Song Clan of Dali concluded an alliance.

There are no pledges, and no paper contracts are required.

It was just a verbal agreement between the two.

For example, the Niangan Lang of the Penal Department of Dali sends no less than ten first-class monastic embryos to the Shujianhu Zhenjing Sect every ten years. Once he becomes an immortal, he will serve as an offering to the Penal Department of Dali for a period of time. Yijiazi, undertook all kinds of secret missions that are not visible.

The True Realm Sect also dispatched Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators to the Dali Frontier Army to serve as military monks. Each of them had been in the army for at least 30 years. No real realm immortal monk could shirk.

Yasheng stood at the top of the steps outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, looking at a certain part of the sky.

Jing Shengxiping stood by and asked with a smile: "Since you are not assured, why don't you let him know?"

Yasheng said: "He is not the age of the child, so what to do with this."

Xiping smiled and asked, "I'm very curious, I have to ask if I don't want to ask, Cui Yang didn't curse people over the city?"

Yasheng shook his head, "No. I just say that if he was born one or two hundred years earlier, many fewer people would die in the world. Unfortunately, he was born too late and only had a plan for more than a hundred years, so he had to hurry and it would be hard to avoid being stretched."

Xiping can't laugh or cry, Xiuhu, are you still stretched?

Yasheng thought of the last scene on the other side of the city.

After the two sides sat and talked, Cui Yang raised his palms and put them to his ears, as if listening.

It was as if the wind blew away all the whimpers in the world when the sky was poured, there were both awe-inspiring and wild.

On the side of Aotou Mountain, Nan Guangzhao suddenly became a little upset, so he worked for himself.

A gentleman asks about disasters but not for blessings. It is the emphasis of the Confucian children. As for the rich and the poor, the longevity is rich, the life is short and long, and life is divided. Nan Guangzhao does not believe this either.

After looking at the hexagram, Nan Guangzhao was sweating profusely, and was at a loss. His heartstrings became tense, and he made up his mind to retreat and must go in seclusion. Even if the Confucian Temple asked him to rush to the battlefield, he would still find an excuse to delay for several years.

The blessed land flower owner of Baihua Fudi went back to the collapsed place, spread out colored notes on the book table, but did not know what to write, his arm lazily pressed his arm.

She sighed faintly, after all, she could not see the man who had been missing for many years.

He glanced down at his arms, and engraved four lines of text in cursive seals.

Rongronghu Biqingsi ride, glittering orb pink makeup.

The sour wind on the bridge shots the eyes, and the moss grass grows on the gourd surface.

The last two lines of inscription, with only two characters respectively, are the two names he engraved, like a Taoist couple on the mountain, cuddling each other.

Back then, she was just an ordinary flower **** in Baihuafudi, and her rank was not high. At that time, she was named "Xiangxiu".

The name Xiangxiu, he has been away for a few years, and has been abandoned for many years.

She put down the pen, gently opened her arms and put it on her back. There were four small characters in it, "Clean mind and nourish energy". It was written that the dragon and the snake flew away, and the spirit of the word was just like that person.

Even if she knew that the Confucian Temple was discussing this time, the chance of meeting him was not great, but she was thinking of the in case.

In case, that in case is ten thousand.

Lin of Confucian Temple of Merit.

Wensheng is in the same vein.

Old scholar.

Around, Liu Sixteen, Chen Pingan.

Li Baoping, Li Baoping, and the little spirit who was brought to the world by Liu Shilu from Yuhuafu.

And Mao Xiaodong.

The old scholar was very fierce drinking, and soon became drunk and dim, muttering: "Is it true?"

After getting drunk, the dreams come true, which made this old man a little bit incredulous.

The old scholar suddenly slapped the table, "It doesn't feel like yelling while drinking. Who can say something?"

All eyes, without exception, were lost to Chen Ping An, the student, junior, and junior uncle.

Before, Chen Ping'an had just a horizontal sword on his knees, sipping wine, thinking about someone.

Suizuixiang, the world is small, the universe is narrow, ancient and modern short.

Smiled and caressed Qingping, with a three-foot sword in his hand, never lost his life.